No One Left at the Table
Language: en
I have a habit. Whenever I dine, watch films or ride taxis, I always leave the seat beside me vacant. I once truly believed Rick would fly into my city and surprise me out of the blue. Yet across our three years apart, he never visited once. I tried wedding gowns and booked the venue entirely alone, worn down to total exhaustion. Trembling, I sent him a message. [I have a 102-degree fever. No medicine at home.] He took thirty minutes to reply. [So what?] [Do you expect me to sprout wings and rush over with pills?] [I’m reviewing a project draft. Just get delivery meds.] My hands shook too…